Redtail Rise Deadlatch

thinking we could fade this here or with your next, feel free to make any assumptions

His tactic—albeit a little messy—had worked. In a black blur, he pranced back to his feet. Satisfaction danced in the sway of his tail.

There was no time to celebrate, however. Masquerade was quick to recover and eyed him like a snake in waiting. Their teeth gleam in a grin and he entices them to strike with a playbow, keeping his distance. 

In this moment, all his apprehension is gone. The bitter, wounded feelings toward the two former Rise members seemed to leave his mind. 

Wholly, he remains focused on the Caru's every movement.

The evening would be filled with snapping teeth and lively growls. Their spar would go on until one of them tired.